Black Faces
Turn that beat up for me
Really everything, like the headphones
Yeah, yeah, a little bit louder no punch
You know that mean that we workin' hard
Look, young rich nigga shit
Pops was an immigrant lifestyle ill legit
But know I own businesses
Started out the trunk
Ended up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas
That's a big event
Gotta pay me twenty cents just
To hear me vent
I'm really out here on some shit
You should take a flick
Ballin' on my own ten toes
So the difference is
I call shots never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
I ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yes
I'm a problem-filled test
It's only getting worse
I swear I'm getting money
I just hope you gettin' yours
I'm killin' niggas solo so you
Know I'm gettin' more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go
This is for that real shit
This is for that East side
This is for my bad girls
This is for them good guys
This is for my grandma
This is for that Westside
This is for them niggas talkin'
Shit on a website damn I feel good
You ain't feelin' nothin'
This is for my niggas who
Be livin' dime a dozen
Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich shit
Kennedys with black faces
Yeah, black faces
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill
Black faces yeah, nigga, black faces
Look, yo I got this
Yo, turn, turn it up a little
Ay, here we go, okay
League of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
Niggas talk on Twitter, but in life
They don't say shit
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
We the new facet, kill 'em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a nigga need braces
Wonder what you feelin' like
Used to be the nervous type
They ain't mention Bino? Man that
Shit must be on purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga my style
Kind of flow to paint a picture
Norman Rockwell
I don't eat pasta, everything is low-carb
I don't fly coach now, say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that coast guard
Metaphor Mozart
All we do is tell 'em the truth
M Fox to my people on some family ties
Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers
She was tryin' to survive
People wrestle over petty cash
When we should be really cryin'
Over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk glass
Fuck y'all, I'ma let my grandkids ball
Look to the future, these dudes so last week
See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces
Ay, nigga, black faces black faces
That's royalty, nigga